The Evil and The Good (Dib x OC Rose)

(CHAPTER 1) - And in her hands she held the Galaxy

(Rose) POV

I sigh as my annoying alarm clock goes off, deafening my ears with an annoying Selena Gomez song. I despised her, she only sang about love, break up, and her weird obsessions and fetishes. I'd  rather listen to heavy metal, Breaking Benjamin, peirce the veil, Black Veil Brides, actual music. I press the button to shut up the horrid creation and sit up, stretching and popping my back before standing up and going into my bathroom. I do my morning routine and walk to my closet, pulling out my usual attire, black and white, it was the only thing they would let me wear, since this was heaven and white was the most loved color. My black and white clothes were the only exception, as long as there was more white than black, we were good.

(Her dress)

I looked into my full body mirror, today was the day, today was the day I would choose my path, in my eyes it was the Goody two shoes path and the Fun badass path. The only thing is that no one has chose the Warrior path in 5 thousand years, they say the results were horrifying and nothing of god. The Angels were so terrified of the results that from then on, the Angels chose the kind and gental path. Today was the day all of that would change, I was going to choose the path of a warrior. I sigh as I walk out of my house, with my hidden knives strapped to my thighs and a sword tucked under my skirt. I put my headphones in and turn on a radio app on my phone, the announcements of the event play on every station as I fly to school. Once there, I make my way to the auditorium, where the two cave entrances to our future paths were waiting to be chosen. The warrior path is black and red, the faint sound of fire and swords clashing could be heard from it, the gentle is white as the clouds. You could hear the faint sound of children laughing as people sang, it sounded like a happy place, but that would not sway me. I did not belong here, I belong on the old battlefields that have been long forgotten, I belong on earth. I wait for my name to be called as I watched everyone choose the gentle path, god, himself, looking pleased with their decision. I couldn't help but smirk on the inside as they finally called my name, I walked up and grabbed the dagger, quickly slitting my palm. I walk infront of god, staring deep into his confused eyes with a glare a mother would give to a son for being bad. He seemed to catch onto what I was doing, but before he could react I walked over to the warrior path and smeared my blood on the arch of the entrance. The cave began to buzz with life as whispers filled the room, god stood, glaring at me, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE" he yelled. I simply smirked and spread my arms as a black and red fog came out of the cave and surrounded me. A voice spoke in my head, "it has been centuries since the warrior path was chosen, you will be given a power so great, that it might swallow you whole, I wish you the best of luck, Fallen Angel, we will speak again soon". Then the fog faded, everyone in the room gasped as they stared at me with horror, I look down and smirk, my outfit had changed.

(This dress just black and she had a black crown)

I look back at my wings, they were no longer white, but a beautiful midnight black, and they had grown far stronger and larger than they were before. I look up at God and see him glaring at my head, I feel my head and fell a crown, along with long horns. (Like maleficents) I look at my back and see a long black demon tail, this is what that path is, choosing to be a demon and an angel?! I smirk and snap my fingers, teleporting myself to my new home, earth...

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